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So, in the begining, before you were alive, back at creation you were talking with God. And God said "Hah, seeing all that you have seen on earth, you still think if I took your heavenly knowledge and made you the dominant species of a planet, made sure you had everything taken care of for you, shelter, food, predators, language, electricity, friends... You would be a newborn human being in this paradise I made, and all you had to do was make it a better place...." and naturally you said "of course I could!"

Have you ever noticed how there's this quality to reality which comes and goes, and kind of ebbs and flows? Nobody ever mentions it, or has a name for it. Some people call it "bad hair day". Or some people say, "things are really weird recently." I think we never notice it or talk about it beacuse we're embedded in a culture that expects us to believe that all kinds are the same. Every moment is expected to be the same, and yet this isn't what we experience. And so what I've noticed is that running through reality is the ebb and flow of novelty. Some years, some decades, and some centuries are very novel indeed. Some aren't. They come and go on all scales differently, interweaving, resonating. This is what time seems to be. Science has overlooked this, this most salient of fact about nature. Nature is a novelty conserving engine. From the very first moments of that most improbable big bang, novelty has been conserved.

In the very beginning, there was only an ocean of energy pouring into the universe. There were no planets, no stars, no atoms, no molecules, no magnetic fields, there was only an ocean of free electrons. And then, time passed. The universe cooled, and novel structures crystalized out of disorder. First, atoms. Atoms of hydrogen and helium, aggregating into stars. At the center of those stars, the temperature and the pressure created something which had never been seen before: fusion. Fusion, cooking in the hearts of stars, brought forth more novelty. Heavy elements: iron, carbon. As time passed, there were not only then elemental systems, but because of the presence of carbon and the lower temperatures of the universe, molecular structures. Out of molecules come the simple subsets of organisms. The genetic machinery for transcripting information, aggregating into membranes, always binding novelty. Always condensing time, always building and conserving upon complexity. Always faster, and faster, and faster.

Then, we come to ourselves. Where do we fit into all of this? 5 million years ago, we were an animal of some kind. Where will be five million years from tonight? What we represent is not a side show, or an epiphenomenon, or something on the edge of nowhere, what we represent is the nexus of concrescent novelty that has been moving itself together, complexifying itself, folding itself in upon itself for billions and billions of years. There is, so far as we know, nothing more complex than what is sitting behind our eyes. The human neocortex is the most densly ramified and complexified structure in the known universe. We are the cutting edge of the organismic transformation of matter in these cosmos.

This has been going on for a while. Since the discovery of fire, since the discovery of language. But now, and by now I mean for the last ten thousand years, we've been into something new. Not genetic information, not genetic mutation, not natural selection, but epigenetic activity. Writing, theater, music, poetry, dance, art, tatooing, body piercing and philosophy, these things have accelerated the ingression into novelty so far that we have become an idea excreting force in nature. A force that builds temples, builds cities, builds machines, social engines, plans, and spreads over the earth, into space, into the microphysical domain, into the macrophysical domain. We, who 5 million years ago were animals, can kindle in our deserts, and if necessary upon the cities of our enemies, the very energy which lights the stars at night. Something peculiar is going on here. Something is calling us out of nature, and sculpting us in it's own image. The confrontation with this "something" is now not so far away. This is what the impending, apparent end of everything actually means. It means that the denoument of human history is about to occur, and is about to be revealed as a universal process of concressing and expressing novelty that is now going to become so intensified that it is going to flow over into another dimension.

You can feel it, can't you? You can feel it in your own dreams, in your own trips. You can feel that we're approaching the cusp of a catastrophe, and that beyond that cusp we are unrecognizable to ourselves. The wave of novelty that has rolled unbroken since the birth of the universe has now focused and coalesced itself in our species. If it seems unlikely to you that the world is about to transform itself, then think of it this way. Think of a pond, and think of how if the surface of the pond begins to boil, that's the single that some enormous form is about to break the surface of the pond and reveal itself. Human history is the boiling of the pond surface of ordinary biology. We are flesh which has been caught in the grip of some kind of an attractor that lies ahead of us in time, and is sculpting us in it's ends. Speaking to us through psychedelics, through visions, through culture and technology. Conciousness, the language forming capacity in our species, is propelling itself forward, as though it were going to shed the monkey body and leap into some extrasurreal space that surrounds us that we cannot currently see. Even the people who run the planet: the world bank, the IMF, they know that history is ending. They know by the reports which cross their desks that the disappearance of the ozone, the toxification of the ocean, the clearing of the rainforest, what this means is that the womb of the planet has reached it's finite limits, and that the human species has now, without choice, begun the descent down the birth canal of collective transformation toward something right around the corner, and completely unimaginable.

This is where the psychedelic shaman comes in. I believe that what we really contact through psychedelics is a kind of hyperspace, and from that hyperspace we look down on both the past and the future, and we anticipate the end. A shaman is someone who has seen the end, and therefore is a trickster because you don't worry if you've seen the end. If you know how it comes out, you go back and take your place in the play, and you let it all roll on without anxiety.

This is what boundry dissolution means. It means nothing less than the anticipation of the end-state of human history. A return to the archaic mode, a redescovery of the ogriastic freedom of the African grasslands 20 thousand years ago. A techno-escape forward into a future that looks more like the past than it does the future. Because materialism, consumerism, product fetishism, all these things will be eliminated. Technology will become nanotechnology, disappearing from our physical presence. If we have the dream, if we allow the wave of novelty to propell us toward the creativity that is inimical to the human condition, this is what we're talking about here. Psychedelics as a catylist to the human imagination. Psychedelics as a catylist for language, because what cannot be said cannot be created by the community. So what we need, then, is the forced evolution of language. The way to do that is to go back to the agents that created language in the very first place, and that means the psychedelic plants, the gayan logos, and the mysterious beckoning extraterrestrial minds beyond. Putting ourselves back up into the chakras of the hierarchy of nature, and turning ourselves over the mind of the Total Other that created us and brought us forth out of animal organization.

We are somehow part of the planetary destiny. How well we do determines how well the experiment of life on earth does, because we have become the cutting edge of that experiment. We define it. We hold in our hands the power to make or to break it. This is not a dress rehearsal for the apocalypse. This is not a pseudo-millenium. This is the real thing, folks. This is not a test. This is the last chance before things become so dissapated that there is no chance for cohesiveness.

We can establish an authentic human civilization. We can overcome the dominator paradigm. We can dissolve boundries through psychedelics, recreating a sexuality not based on monotheism, monogamy and monotany. All these things are possible if we can understand that overarching metaphor that holds it all together, which is the celebration of mind as play, the celebration of love as a genuine social value in the community. This is what they have supressed so long. This is why they are so afraid of the psychedelics. Because they understand that once you touch the inner core of your own and someone elses being, you can't be lead into thing-fetishism and consumerism. The message of psychedelics is that culture can be re-engineered as a set of emotional values rather than products. This is terrifying news. If we are able to make this point, then we can pull back and transcend.

We are all survivors, the inheritors of a million years of striving for the unspeakable. And now, with the engines of technology in our hands, we ought to be able to reach out and actually exteriorize the human soul at the end of time, invoke it into existence like a UFO, and open the violet doorway into hyperspace, walking through it, out of profane history and into the world beyond the grave, beyond shamanism, beyond the end of history, into the galatic timespace that has beckoned to us for millions of years across space and time. This is the moment. A planet brings forth an opportunity like this only once in it's lifetime. We are ready. We are poised. As a community, we are ready to move into it, to claim it, to make it our own.

Yes, but with the deforrestation, ozone depletion, and all the toxcidity of the planet, wouldn't that be kind of hard to move forward mentally if our bodies can't survive? Mind Body and Soul are interconnected here on Earth.